Chapter 3
Archery practice was beyond exhausting today.
Yukari could never allow herself to slack off, not even if SEES had been exploring Tartarus the night before. She could not afford to let her grades or her position on the team slip away because she couldn't keep up. Yukari was one of the better archers on the Gekkoukan High archery team, although it wasn't really about the competition for her. Yukari didn't care if she was the best or the worst as long as she was able to work out her frustrations with her art. There was just something about aiming at a target yards away, choosing a pinpoint, and hearing the satisfying thwack her arrows made as they splintered the spot she'd chosen - it went beyond simple satisfaction, made even better when her arrows found a home in shadow flesh instead of wood. The need to push herself forward was part of what made her feel so alive. The strain of balancing her tumultuous schedule and sanity gave her its own kind of rejuvenation, a sense of pride. Maintaining her schedule assured her of her normalcy.
Swarms of people were developing Apathy Syndrome - or worse, dying- by the day. They were not as lucky as she was but right now, she didn't feel particularly lucky, and archery practice instead of supplementing her day as it usually did, instead it only worked her into a kind of rabid frustration that had persisted since that damn night. Her aim was not true, and neither was her heart; she was torn up by guilt and a thousand other emotions, but it went beyond that.
Since Yukari had been "raped" by the shadow disguising herself as Minako Arisato four nights before, Yukari's body felt alien, disturbingly empty down there . There was something wrong with her, something burned with a dull and distant ache just under the skin, deep in her blood, between her thighs. Yukari wanted to pretend she didn't know what was causing this - No, who was causing it- but that was a bold-faced lie, because when Yukari closed her eyes, she saw those two golden suns: the eyes of the doppelganger that had ruined her body forever.
It made her relive the experience all over again.
Yukari's mouth watered, moisture flooding south at the memory of her womb being stuffed to the brim with Minako's messy ichor, and that horrendously long tongue dangling, black and monstrous, from the shadow girl's mouth... The confusing claims made by the "shadow" that the two girls were one and the same, all said while that grotesque shadowy abomination she called a cock was pointing upward, seeping that filthy, hot, thick semen, was too much to bear. Not knowing if the golden-eyed Minako was the real one had made everything more confusing. Perhaps it was a shadow, and yet it had confessed impossible things about Minako's feelings, feelings that made her tortured leader's behavior make so much more sense. But it went beyond that. It almost seemed like the "Shadow Minako" was a build-up of all Minako's pent-up feelings...
Yukari hurried into her dorm, up the stairs, and into her bedroom. As she entered, Yukari passed her dorm room's standing mirror, stopping when she saw herself in the reflection. What she saw there was not the prideful, strong archer she always strived to be; instead she heard Shadow Minako's whisper against her ear, the words that had made her melt, that rough, and that demanding touch on her body from hands she had held before, hands she had always longed to run through her hair, across her face.
Yukari shivered violently as she remembered the sight of the real Minako watching them, tied down and unable to help Yukari. She should have pitied Minako, her leader had clearly been in distress even as the lust rampaged through her yet Yukari had wanted to keep fucking... just so she could see more of Minako's adorable, tormented expression. Tied up, drooling for her, eyes so full of heated devotion and jealous hatred toward the doppel that was stealing Yukari away - Minako had looked so damn adorable.
She'd wanted to save her leader, yet she'd pushed herself back on the fake one's cock, again and again, instead. She knew she'd make the same mistake even now. After losing her virginity she'd drained every sticky rope of cum from Minako's dick with needy contractions, squeezing around that hot cock all while moaning like an animal. Yukari bit her lip, staring at her pretty face, flooded with desire.
She'd hardly seen Minako since that night and a serious conversation about the events hadn't happened yet; Yukari had a feeling their fearless leader wasn't going to cope with what "she" had done, and what she had confessed. If Yukari was a good friend, a good person, she'd lock these thoughts of Minako outside her head and focus on a solution, she'd stop staring at her lust-stained face, her tainted, hungry body and her hand toying with it, she'd banish all thoughts of the "shadow Minako". Instead, her clit tingled. Even if it tormented her leader, even if everything the shadow said were lies, Yukari wanted to indulge in these feelings; she wanted to play with herself even more!
The brunette ran tingling fingers under her cardigan and shirt, finding her breasts. Usually, her chest wasn't that sensitive, but her nipples ached to be touched and toyed with. Yukari was gentle with herself at first, teasing her nipple to hardness as she pictured everything that happened all over again, replaying the sensations and sights in her mind.
Her other hand drifted south, under her skirt. She wet her lips as she snuck some fingers under her panties. She gasped as she felt how hot and wet she'd become, how wet she'd been all day whenever the memories came back. Yukari ran an eager finger along her clit, rolling the little bud and gasping at the bolt of pleasure which shot through her spine. She rocked into her own finger, unable to look away from the sight in the reflection.
Yukari was watching herself masturbate~ what was she doing?! What kind of girl had she become? Her pussy took over, overhauling all decent thought. She couldn't do it standing staring into her mirror like this, she couldn't bear to look into her own lust-stained face anymore, cheeks blushing red at the thought of shadow dick, rape, her best friend.
Crossing her room quickly, the Gekkoukan High archer splayed out across her bed, stripping quickly so she was naked from the waist down. Her legs were hanging over the side of the bed now, and she spread her thighs wide; she was wearing her usual soft, pink cardigan which clung to her pert, round breasts and lithe frame. She pulled her cardigan off so that she was in her pale undershirt. This she unbuttoned, unclipping the front of her bra so her breasts were free. Yukari sighed with relief as she let her body relax into the plush mattress, her body melted into its usual comforts.
She was already warm all over, and as much as she wanted to shower and just get ready for bed, it just wasn't an option. She had to, wanted to, finish what she started. "Fuck," she whispered, "Please..." As she continued where she left off, more thoroughly in this position of leisure, she summoned the images she knew necessary to get herself off. Her mind swam with images of her beloved leader and friend.
When she closed her eyes she could perfectly visualize Minako's desire-filled, dark eyes and silken brown hair-strands sticking to her sweaty, blushing face. In Yukari's fantasy, she was playing with Yukari's clit, using her soft fingers to gently stroke and nudge the sensitive hot nub, her own hand imitating the fantasy. She imagined Minako's hot breath stroking her swollen sex and she squirmed with embarrassment, wanting to snap her thighs shut and hide herself from her own imagination, yet unable to stop as even more images flooded in. The embarrassment just made her start to use her fingers even rougher on herself.
Then her thoughts drifted away from just the real Minako- and she remembered the feeling of the supposed shadow, her immense, monstrous cock slamming away inside Yukari's slick folds. She remembered how filled she'd felt, spread open utterly before the golden-eyed predator. The feeling of utter submission forced onto her had been the greatest thing she'd ever felt.
Yukari was a whore, wasn't she? A fucking slut... she'd been raped yet she'd liked it, couldn't stop thinking about it. She wanted it to happen again. The evidence of that was clear. Her pussy glistened, dripping wetness down onto her soft thighs.
She moaned into her hand as she reached down with her other hand and ran her fingertips against the sopping folds of her womanhood, teasing at penetration. The wet noises were unbearable, but she was addicted to the sound of her own disgusting lust. Her juices soon coated her fingers, and she slid two of them into her wet pussy, thrusting slowly to imitate the memory of the penetration. Being filled, even by just a few fingers, made her toes curl in her socks.
Yukari bucked up to meet her own hand. "Yes d- don't stop!..." She started off slow at first, teasing her clit as she simulated Shadow Minako's hungry motions. Moans escaped through her hand as Yukari teased her thumb across the swollen shaft of her clit, her fingers thrusting into herself just enough to make her knees weak and her belly tingle. The steadily building, tingling pleasure was soon unbearable. She just didn't have the patience to go slow. Yukari began to steadily increase the force of her rubbing, massaging her clit in a harsh, circular motion with her thumb.
Yes, that was it~ Her eyes rolled, and her jaw went slack. "Fuck!" Yukari half-whispered, half-yelled as she felt her frustrated pleasure spike, desperately tweaking her clitoris and spasming as the delicious heat grew and spread, stretching out through her, taking over her nerves like a sweet wildfire.
Her slender hips were trembling from her personal efforts. Her fingers darted between her folds again and again, and even when she spread herself with a third finger, it wasn't nearly enough. Her eyes rolled and she savagely grinded her thumb into her clitoris, trying to force herself faster to orgasm.
"More, fuck, fuck me more! M-Mmm!" Yukari gasped into her hand, biting her palm to hold back an urgent scream as hot bliss shot through her veins.
Soon, her fingers were pistoning into her slit, her fingertips viciously pounding against her swollen g-spot, right at the front of her inner wall. The pleasure became so strong her eyes started to leak tears. She wanted Shadow Minako's dick again, she wanted it slamming inside! She needed to cum, needed relief. If she didn't find it here and now, she'd throw herself at Minako the next time she saw the girl. She'd make a fool of herself.
Yukari threw her brown-haired head back. Her face was crimson, brown eyes squeezed shut around lustful tears as moans viciously escaped from her. She was desperately trying to draw out the orgasm swirling around in her belly, each electric spark through her spine started her hips rolling and riding her hand harder. She was such a disgusting freak, a total whore, and yet the degrading thoughts she shot at herself only turned her on. Yukari slid her fingers out of herself, gasping at the lonely feeling of an empty pussy. The frustration had just been too much, she was going to need something special tonight.
The half-naked teen hastily reached into her bedside dresser. It contained all her little mechanical playmates. Yukari grabbed a familiar box and popped it open. She let out a loud exhale as she gazed at the contents within. She really was a depraved little whore. The amount of sex toys she owned was enough to prove that: various vibrators, dildos, and more. Yukari bit her lip, lust surging through her as she sifted through, picking out her favorites. She found a little pink egg vibrator, her favorite friend, and also grabbed the biggest dildo she'd bought, and very rarely used. She usually only managed to fit some of it in before her nerves got the best of her, the toy nudging her hymen and forcing her to retreat, but she knew that wouldn't be enough this time just like her fingers hadn't been.
Usually, she was too shy to use her sex toys. She worried the powerful vibrations would be too loud even with a blanket thrown over her body, but according to the group text they were all hanging out after school, Akihiko had training plans for them. Yukari had made up an excuse about having plans but in actuality she knew she could never function like this. That meant the house was empty, she could use her sex toys as loudly as she pleased, and no one would hear her. That was a thrilling thought, she'd try not to get carried away.
The big pink dildo felt formidable in her hand, seven inches long and almost two wide. She started with the vib first, flicking the switch on. It immediately rumbled and trembled in her hand. Her mouth watered and her pussy ached as she felt the shocks against her skin. The archer tingled all over as she pictured this vibrating intensity against her pussy, and after imagining it, she couldn't hold back. She reached down and pressed the toy on her clit. The violently vibrating egg immediately started sending shockwaves through her entire shapely, athletic frame. After only a few seconds it threatened to crash her over the edge. Of safety, of sanity. Yukari ground herself definitely against that intense motion, mashing her aching clit against the rapidly vibrating mass. She had to flick the switch, easing the intensity of the vibration to avoid cumming all over the place.
"Fuckkk," Yukari whined, "Minako, I want you so bad... so damn bad~"
She shifted, rolling her hips, grinding against the vibrator. It wasn't enough. No matter how much she rubbed the vib against her clit, no matter how much she squirmed, it would not be enough. Her pussy wanted to be stuffed full by someone else, she didn't want to do it alone anymore. Yukari trembled, thoroughly embarrassed.
The slender brunette hurriedly climbed back onto her bed. She spread her thighs wide apart, desperately pushing the dildo between her legs. She moaned, clit pulsing against the steadily buzzing vibrator as she rubbed the thin head of the dildo up and down her pussy lips. She was so empty, and it ached... Her pussy was lonely.
Yukari whimpered when the dildo brushed her insides, half an inch sliding in so easily into her slickness. Eyes shooting wide, the brunette couldn't hold anything back. "Fuck!" She gasped, then quieted herself. Nobody was supposed to be home right now but that didn't mean she should scream and shout.
The archer closed her eyes as she continued to rub the head of the dildo up and down her sopping wet slit, easing it in and out, teasing herself while biting her bottom lip. Every time Yukari rubbed the tip of the long sex toy against her pussy it briefly brushed her throbbing clitoris, where the vibrator buzzed steadily, and two hot spikes of pleasure melted together, becoming a potent force that crashed over her again and again. It felt so good, and she never wanted to stop.
Yukari panted softly, tongue sliding across her own lips, a bit of drool escaping her mouth. At first, teasing herself was enough but soon the aching emptiness was too much. Yukari grit her teeth as she gripped the toy more firmly and began to ease the pink tool into her tight entrance. With a slick, wet pop she managed to fit its girth past her entrance. The thick shaft hit home inside her, her inner walls throbbing and tightening around the toy immediately.
Yukari moaned, in complete and utter bliss. She squirmed in delight. She felt so fucking full.
"Minako-chan~" She whimpered, "you're inside me again... you feel so good ..." Her breathing pattern grew even heavier, her body shuddering as she began to picture the "dick" in her as Minako's. Her imagination got the best of her. She'd been wanting to start out gentle but just like with the fingering her body took over with its own filthy intentions. Yukari's clit throbbed, her entire body heating up at the fantasy. She needed to cum and soon. Her body wanted relief...
She felt like she could feel Minako's pulse and throb inside her as she worked the toy into herself, not stopping until only the part where she gripped was left outside. Stuffed utterly... Yukari felt the broad head of the toy hovering an inch or so away from the entrance to her womb. It was not as long and big as the cock that had brutalized and ruined her, and she felt a vague sense of loneliness as she realized this tool paled utterly in comparison to the real thing. Yukari began to thrust the dildo in and out of her sopping wetness, moaning with delight every time it hit deep inside her. She pumped it inside her, over and over. Her mind and pussy were melting away, Yukari swore everything but the throbbing mess between her thighs was dull, fading away.
"Minako, MINAKO!" Yukari whimpered. Her thrusting pace was short and choppy, sometimes slamming the plastic member all the way in, sometimes just needing to be full and using shallow thrusts instead. Again and again, she plunged the dildo home, squealing when it rubbed against her g-spot. The dildo split her open, spreading her wide, and sounds of pleasure escaped both her mouths, wet noises south, moans and squeals up above. In her head, she was getting fucked by the gold-eyed fake, she was throwing her thighs wide and rolling herself against the woman, meeting the monstrous woman's thrusts.
More, more~ It felt so damn good~ 'Minako's cock, Minako's cock!
"Mina-M-Min-! M-mmmnn!"
Tears leaked from Yukari's eyes. Her head was foggy with pleasure, sparks behind her eyes. She tried to bite back her moans, but it was impossible... "Mina-chan, Minako! Fuck me, please fuck me!" She spread her thighs even further apart. With every thrust a sopping wet noise burst in the air and she loved it! Her leader's dick was pounding in and out of her dripping wet pussy! Yukari's juices splashed down her thighs as the toy surged in and out of her pink, swollen cunt. "MINAKO'S COCK, P-pleaseee, don't stop, don't stopp~!" Yukari's voice came out as a lustful whine.
She was so close. She was going to cum!
"...Takeba..." A sudden voice nearby made Yukari scream. It was feminine and familiar… Fear and absolute self-loathing flooded Yukari as she turned to the source.
A very familiar and beautiful girl was standing in her dorm room, staring at the younger girl with an unreadable expression. The tall, prestigious Mitsuru-Senpai, turtle-neck hiding the graceful length of her elegant neck. Her dark, cocoa eyes were searing into Yukari's slender, sweaty body. Yukari hated herself... She was such a pervert! She'd been in such a hurry to touch herself she hadn't thought about closing her damn door!
She hurriedly pulled the blankets over her lap to hide herself, eyes wide and face pale with sweaty shame. Tears brimmed her pretty, long-lashed eyes.
Mitsuru swallowed hard as she stared at Yukari. Her tongue dampened her pouting lips unconsciously, her eyes darting along her under-classmate's hidden body with a hungry burn in their depths.
"S-Senpai! I-I didn't know you were home! I thought you all went out..." Yukari pleaded with her eyes for Mitsuru to relent, to ask no questions and just leave, yet her insufferable senpai did the opposite.
Mitsuru just stared at her. The Kirijo heiress's cheeks were slightly reddened as she finally spoke, visibly aroused. Yukari shuddered, Mitsuru was eating the younger girl up with her eyes, lips parted in a kind of lazy smile.
"You've been avoiding everyone since it happened... to do this?" Her words were mildly accusatory but tinged more with curiosity. Yukari shivered, averting her eyes. Why did Mitsuru's gaze on her feel so good? "I thought you were busy with a friend tonight?"
"Umm..." Yukari didn't know what to say. She didn't want to flat out admit she lied so she could come home and masturbate but that was the truth. "That didn't work out...umm... Senpai, please, can you just..." She didn't want to be disgusting, but her pussy was still throbbing so much. Maybe even more now despite her embarrassment. She still needed to come; her body was still aching with desire. "Leave...?"
Mitsuru blinked. She read Yukari's embarrassed, aroused expression easily. Then, Mitsuru wet her lips. "Why? So you can continue to fantasize about a shadow?"
Yukari squealed with embarrassment and shame. She covered her face with her hands. "I-I'm sorry for fantasizing about it! I should be focusing on helping Minako, I should be upset about what happened and yet..."
"I'll forgive you," Mitsuru responded, but her voice was... strange. When Yukari gazed at her she had a scary expression. It was unfamiliar. Her lips were peeled into a smile, and her eyes were dark with desire. "But only if I'm allowed to stay. And more."
Yukari's eyes widened. Still smirking, Mitsuru-senpai walked over, her heels lightly clicking on the floor. Yukari wished she could crawl into herself and hide. Instead, she pulled her blankets up some more and backed up across the bed. Was Mitsuru-Senpai saying she wanted to... join in?
"But..." Yukari whispered, face red. "Why do you want to..." She trailed off.
Mitsuru wet her lips and leaned close. "Does it matter?"
There was something off. When Yukari touched Mitsuru's skin, she realized the older girl was burning up, the same way she was. Her eyes were full of the same frenzied hunger. Had she fallen prey to the shadows' whims as well? Yukari looked away. She could smell her senpai's sweet perfume...Her body trembled, clit throbbing.
"D-Don't be mean to me... you're secretly angry at me, aren't you, Mitsuru-senpai? You... You think I'm gross for-"
"I'm not angry with you," Mitsuru assured her. Her voice was so calm that Yukari had no choice but to believe her. "I don't think you're gross, the opposite. You're just so cute that I can't hold back anymore..."
Yukari couldn't hold back her gasp as she felt Mitsuru run her fingers through Yukari's hair, tucking some of it behind her ear. Mitsuru's fingers were soft and warm. Yukari wondered what they'd feel like between her legs and was shocked to find out that she liked the idea.
Yukari shyly gazed at her senpai's perfect features. "Can't... hold back anymore?"
Mitsuru nodded slowly. "Truth be told, I've always been very attracted to you, Yukari. If I had my way, I'd be dating you and Minako..." Mitsuru trailed off as she leaned close, gently grasping Yukari's wrist and raising it to her lips. Wait! That was the hand she used to touch- Yukari whimpered, eyes wide, as Mitsuru began to lick up the juices from Yukari's fingers. Slowly, but surely. Her tongue felt amazing. Soft and hot and so dexterous. Mitsuru smiled as she watched Yukari shiver and blush.
"Senpai..." Yukari whined. Mitsuru's tongue felt good against her fingers. She couldn't imagine how good it'd feel if that same mouth and tongue was between her lips. Either set.
"Do you want me to stay...or leave, Yukari?" Mitsuru asked, biting into her plump bottom lip, dark eyes gazing into Yukari's.
"S-stay... Please Senpai, I want you to stay with me."
Mitsuru's reaction was sudden and forceful. Her fingers immediately burrowed into Yukari's hair, and their mouths slammed together. Yukari gasped in shock at the suddenness of the kiss. Mitsuru took that opportunity to invade Yukari's mouth with her tongue. Arousal poured through the younger girl and her clit tightened and pulsed, desperate to be touched after the vibrations were denied. Mitsuru smelled so good, and her lips were unbelievably soft and plump. Yukari didn't struggle against the kiss; in fact, she did the opposite. The younger girl began to run her tongue against Mitsuru's. Her senpai moaned with delight and grabbed Yukari's wrist, pinning her hand down on the bed. The feeling of their chests crushed together felt so good...Yukari's nipples were poking at the inside of her shirt, swollen and throbbing.
Mitsuru pulled away to breath and unbutton her shirt, taking it off quickly. Soon her pale, ample chest was heaving before her. The nipples were so delectable looking, a pretty color. Yukari gazed at the swinging, pale orbs and blushed fiercely.
"You can play with my breasts," Mitsuru purred, noticing how shy her underclassman was at the sight of her naked body. When Yukari froze like a deer in the headlights, flustered and stammering, Mitsuru took charge. She placed both of the girl's hands on her chest.
It was like Mitsuru was reading her mind. "I already saw all of you, no need to be shy," Mitsuru exhaled breathily, revealing inch after inch of pale, soft skin.
"S-Senpai~ I- I never thought we'd be doing this. That you thought that way... about me."
"Was it not obvious?" Mitsuru purred, teasing her earlobe with her tongue. "I've always been looking after you. You call it meddling... I call it watching over my beloved, adorable classmate. I stay distant because if I'm close I'll eat you up." To emphasize her words, she leaned down between Yukari's thighs and began to kiss them with that lovely mouth of hers. Her lips were so warm and wonderful.
"Ugh, senpai. Please, that's embarrassing! Don't kiss me down...A-AH!" Silencing her, Mitsuru's lips sealed onto her pussy. Her tongue was so skilled, so dexterous, and she ran it up and down the younger girl's slick folds, gathering up her juices. The stimulation was too much to bear, made even worse when her senpai reached over and grabbed the big dildo that was still lodged into her wet hole. The crimson-haired fencer, with well-practiced motions, began to push the fake dick in and out - with far more force than Yukari could have managed, all while continuing to abuse the younger girl's pussy with her tongue.
As the crimson-haired girl dug her fingers into the girl's lean, yet still soft thighs, she devoured her with gentle strokes of her tongue and lips, Yukari began to squirm on her bed. Mitsuru smirked. At this rate Yukari was going to cum.
"M-More! Please, I need more Senpai~"
Yukari was a demanding girl. Mitsuru found her kouhai fascinating. Takeba hated being frustrated, hated being forced to wait or teased, but that just made Mitsuru want to teach her under classmate a lesson in patience. The end result was the Kirijo woman holding Yukari's thighs apart, jerking them wide as Yukari began to whine, the teasing stroke of her lover's tongue making her belly tingle as she was spread and fucked. Her eyes rolled, her head fell back, and Yukari licked her lips.
Mitsuru toyed Yukari's clit with her tongue, drawing out sweet, soft moans. Mitsuru was making Yukari moan, the same way the shadow had. They were being so uncouth together. What if Minako saw them like this? Their hot bodies could not be overcome, their need controlled them. Neither had any idea that the shadows cum inside them had changed them, changed their desires and made them so much stronger. Both girls would be willing to go farther than usual, and they would not be the shadow's only "victims."
"Oh god, it's so good," her eyes were rolling. Mitsuru wasn't sure which she was more addicted to, Yukari's sweet, swollen slit pressed against her tongue or the sight of the pink toy sawing in and out of her wanton pussy.
Yukari began to pant harshly, a soft, feminine fluctuation filling the pretty sound. She was close to cumming, anyone could hear it. Her belly muscles were starting to flex, body capable of only making crude thrusts rather than the sure, elegant swaying she'd just been participating in. She started to shake, her eyes flicking wide. "S-senpai... I'm o-oh!"
Mitsuru abandoned Yukari's clit, using the egg vibrator instead. Harshly, she slammed the dildo even harder into the girl who bucked and met each thrust. Yukari's eyes rolled, and Mitsuru moaned at the sight of pure bliss on her kouhai's face. She could literally feel the hot, sweltering heat of Yukari's quivering pussy against her tongue, she felt the wet rush, as Yukari threw her head back and with a loud "O-OH FUCK, sorry senpai~" She came with a shrill siren's scream.
Yukari moaned, thrashing beneath her senpai. A part of her was horribly embarrassed; she was making such filthy sounds, and her body was drenched with sweat. Doubtless, she looked like such a filthy slut, mouth slack from their harsh kissing, her hair a sweat-slick mess from Mitsuru still abusing her sloppy fuck hole with that huge toy. She felt disgusted with herself as the orgasm eased its hold on her, the rampant waves of hot bliss settling into a warm gentle heat- then, Mitsuru leaned back, her dark eyes flicking down Yukari's body in hungry appreciation. Yukari's self-hating disgust fled, and she felt her face burn.
Mitsuru merely smiled. "You're so perfect, Yukari." Mitsuru ran a tender finger from Yukari's collarbone to the right side of her ribcage, trailing a delicate, manicured finger along her goose-pimpling pale skin. Yukari tried not to whine, tried not to show how sensitive her body was feeling, but her body gave it away. With each inch those fingers traveled, Yukari's nipples tightened, until the pretty pink tips were fully taut and begging to be tasted.
Mitsuru leaned down, obliging Yukari's hot body. She pulled Yukari's erect nipples with her fingers, then began to lick and stroke the right with her tongue, seeming amused when the girl gasped and whimpered at such idle strokes. She intensified her tongue probing and didn't stop licking and abusing Yukari's chest with her mouth until both the girl's pretty tits were glistening with saliva, nipples swollen and red from constant sucking and licking. Mitsuru pinched Yukari's right nipple, laughing softly when the girl threw her brown-haired head back and gasped loudly.
"M-Mitsuru-senpai," Yukari whispered, embarrassment teeming in her quivering tone. It felt nice when Mitsuru stroked her cheek, waiting with her intense gaze never drifting from Yukari's. The archer licked her lips. "Do you really think I'm pretty?"
Mitsuru nodded, indulging her sweet underclassman with a soft, gentle kiss. Their plump, girlish lips pressed wetly together as they tasted one another. At first no tongue, then deeper, just like the first time. Each time they kissed it felt like taking a hit from a drug.
"I really do. Let me show you how much~"
Mitsuru made sure the door was closed, their activities private, and they continued where she left off.
Meanwhile, as the Midnight Hour strikes...
Minako Arisato the Shadow, emerged from the towering facility that was once Gekkoukan Academy. She'd been gathering her power, going out night after night to observe her potential prey and plan her "attacks". The real Minako had many cute girls that she desired, and so her shadow wanted them too. The golden-eyed fake had her naginata resting on her shoulder. She was surprised that they had not come for her yet, but that was part of why she had brutalized her other self so strongly. Her cum had stained them, stained their spirits - they would crave her, and she would deny them until she was ready to take them again. The shadow made her way through the city, entering the home of her next target.